There Go Jaay (AMB) Lyrics

Ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me

There go Jaay, oh yeah, that's that one nigga

I got bands in my pocket, havin fun with it

I'm too fly for myself, I'm way above with it

Bad bitch, she shakin ass, she goin dumb wit it

How I get her in her mood, yeah, her tongue did it

I ain't even pop him up, yeah, the gun did it

Big chop a clip em up like Kawhi Leonard

Niggas always stealin sauce and try to run wit it

You ain't even fucking with my young niggas

Yeah, I feel like KD, I should son niggas

That nigga Jaay fell off, are you dumb, nigga

Hit her with a cold shoulder, damn, I hate bum bitches

Yeah, I had to hit, she had ass on her

Yeah, I feel great wit that bag on me

Put a bounty on a opp, I got half on it

I don't even want the bitch, I'ma pass on it

Mix the Chrome wit the Lanvin this and that on me

If you ever change, ain't no comin back from it

I just throw it off the glass, I'm finna Shaq somethin

AMB this shit for life you see the tats on me

He ain't really in the gym, he got a bad jumper

Make me mad, then I might mad max somethin

Bad bitch bounce on the dick like a new jumper

I just rearranged her guts, she need a new stomach

They know I'm cold in this rap, they know who run it

Man, I had to roll run for that new money

Diamonds dancin on my neck, that's how you comin

Big choppa, leave em bald, I caillou somethin

I been here for a while, that shit regular

She like white tips, here go a hunnit for a pedicure

Hundred eleven degrees, no Nelly, but it's hot in here

She love my voice, I got her smilin ear to ear

Try to slide on that, but nobody there

I can be fucked with, man, let's get it clear

Holdin up my bust down when I'm in the mirror

I'm a self-made nigga, man, these niggas weird

I feel like AMB in 2018

What V say this ain't a fire drill, this the real thing

Money and family, what I do it for my favorite things

They gon' start acting weird when you touch blue cheese

She like he don't want no one, I said, who me

Bad hoes came in the pack like a loose leaf

Put some diamonds on my neck, Simon says freeze

If a bitch aint for the Jaay, kick her Jet Lee

Big bank take Lil' Bank, run that money up

In the foreign with a bad bitch doin a hunnit plus

Bitch pulled up with a wagon, told her fuck it up

Balenci B's on my feet, I'm Mr. Do It Up

I'm Mr. Do Too Much, catch a opp and shoot him up

Always hatin on a nigga, you don't do enough

Slide through, I seen gang, then I threw it up

Every time I got it on, I'm like, flick it up

Even through them tough losses, my chin still up

All these bitches for the streets, I can't wife no sluts

Came a long way from the bottom, only way is up

I just pull up with the gang, we got bitches, it's going up

Ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me